All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contract Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The steel door slammed shut behind Noah with a final, echoing thud, leaving Elena enveloped in a suffocating silence. She stood frozen, staring at the spot where he had been just seconds before, her heart pounding so violently she thought it might burst.He was walking straight into danger.Alone.Again.Elena pressed a trembling hand over her chest, fighting the panic clawing its way up her throat. She knew Noah—he would rather bleed than let anyone he cared about be harmed. And for the first time, he’d said it plainly.She mattered to him.The thought warmed her, terrified her, anchored her, and unmoored her all at once.But right now, warmth meant nothing if he didn’t survive long enough to feel anything.She turned to the monitors, her pulse quickening as images flickered across the screens. Figures dressed in dark tactical gear moved like shadows across the grounds. Smoke billowed near the gate where the vehicle had exploded. The security system flickered—the intruders were tryin

The pier stretched out over the water like a ribbon swallowed by night. Mist rolled off the waves in low clouds, hiding everything beyond a few feet from the dim lights lining the walkway. Noah moved silently, Elena clutching his arm as they advanced, each step echoing faintly against the wooden planks.The memory of Genevieve flashed across his mind, sharp and piercing. Her smile. Her laughter. And then—the car, the fire, the screams. Cassian Ward. The man who had haunted his nightmares, the ghost of a past he had tried to bury, now standing somewhere along this pier, waiting.“Stay close,” he whispered to Elena. His voice was low, controlled, but tight with tension.She nodded, gripping his arm with both hands. “I’m not letting go,” she said, determination lacing her words. “Not tonight.”Noah’s jaw tightened. He had hoped to keep her away from this—kept her safe inside the fortified walls—but now, with Cassian somewhere ahead, he realized there was no protection left that could kee

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as the authorities closed in on the pier. Noah kept his gun trained on Cassian, his stance rigid, jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked beneath his skin. Elena stood close enough to feel the trembling tension radiating from him—an iron-willed fury he only seemed capable of when she was in danger.The mist swirled around them, carrying the scent of saltwater and gunpowder. Cassian lay restrained on the wet boards, glaring up at Noah with venomous eyes.“You think this changes anything?” Cassian hissed.Noah didn’t flinch. “It changes everything.”For the first time since the confrontation, Elena tore her gaze away from Cassian and looked at Noah fully. His face was raw—half shadow, half light. The weight of the night bore heavily on his shoulders, yet he stood steady, unwavering. She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm. He stiffened for a moment, then eased at her touch.“Noah,” she whispered, “it’s over.”He shook his head. “Not ye

The elevator ride to the penthouse was suffocatingly silent. Elena stood beside Noah, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her jacket. He held Genevieve’s phone as if it were a live wire—something that could bring salvation or ruin with a single spark.When the elevator doors slid open, the penthouse felt different. Still elegant, still intimidatingly vast, but warmer somehow, as though the devastation of the night had cracked open something human in both of them.Noah walked straight to his study.Elena followed, because he didn’t tell her not to—and because she knew he needed her more than he could admit.He placed the evidence bag on the desk, exhaled deeply, and pulled off his gloves. His hands shook slightly as he opened the bag and lifted the phone out, laying it gently on a microfiber cloth.Elena watched carefully, trying not to intrude.“Noah,” she said softly, “you don’t have to go through this alone.”His jaw tightened. “I’ve gone through worse alone.”“That’s not the

Sleep didn’t come for Liam that night.He lay on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, Amaka’s trembling voice replaying over and over in his mind. Her confession. Her fear. The desperation in her eyes when she said she didn’t want to lie anymore.He had expected a storm… but not this one.By morning, he felt like he hadn’t slept at all. The alarm buzzed at 6:00 a.m., but he was already awake, staring at the dull light creeping through his window. A new day, but the same tight knot in his chest.He checked his phone—no new messages from Adaora.She must still be asleep.He considered texting her, but the words refused to come. How was he supposed to explain last night? How was he supposed to tell her that Amaka had broken down in his room, confessed everything, and asked for his help?Adaora trusted him. She trusted him deeply. And he couldn’t betray that trust by hiding anything from her.But he also knew that telling her right now—when everything was still uncertain—might ignite a fir